हम अपनी लय ढूंढते हैं फिर नाचते हैं, मुस्कुराते हैं और आते हैं

From the couch, I admire Ro in the kitchen, the apron brushing against his bare skin, shirtless his back, the way he puts away the dishes... I discreetly position the camera, move towards him. We find our rhythm then dance, smile and come